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About Jelgava

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, as a consumption psychologist, I hate everything. Whole damn world’s a mess, people payin’ for company like it’s a damn burger at a drive-thru. Pathetic. Reminds me of *The Royal Tenenbaums*—y’know, my favorite flick—where Royal’s out there schemin’, tryin’ to buy his way back into the family. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he’d say, all fake tears, but he’d still slip a twenty to the doorman. That’s the vibe here—cash for a quick fix.

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Nope. First stop, I hit up the local café on Brīvības iela. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual – double espresso, extra shot. The barista, this dude named Jānis, spills half of it. I’m like, “Bro, what’s the deal?” He just laughs. I mean, c’mon, man!

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